it’s a beautiful day outside. it isn’t raining and the skies aren’t dark grey and during winter on the west coast, it’s hard to do better. i could go out for a walk, get some fresh air, and bask in the real light but the thing is, i don’t want to. there are people out there.
we say “i get it”. we assume we understand the impact of people’s life experiences. at least i do, probably too often. there’s an arrogance to that.
"i stood behind a woman at the checkout counter at the pet store this morning, and i’m pretty sure she has an eating disorder."
"i am more than just my body. why then is it so easy to give into the internal critic’s commentary?"